N is for Nail-Biter
Stephanie read a book on a chair by the elevators while Skulduggery looked through a magazine leaning against the wall on the other side of the room. Ghastly paced back and forth between the two.
"Calm down, Ghastly." Ghastly wasn't sure which one of them said it. He figured it was Valkyrie: Skulduggery would figure him calming down as a lost cause and just watch, making sure he didn't hurt himself.
"Calm down?! How can I calm down?! I don't even know what's going on!"
Skulduggery almost laughed, but didn't. He had been in this situation. "I know. But try not to yell loud enough that she can hear, because she really doesn't need that kind of stress right now." He had also been in that situation.
Ghastly sighed, ran a hand over his head- No disguise, there was no time in the rush out of the door- and sat in a chair near Skulduggery. Trying to calm himself down, he breathed slowly and felt his heart-rate drop. He could wait. He could wait. He had to wait. Worrying won't hurry things up-
"Um, Mr. Bespoke?" A nervous nurse called, leaning around the corner like she was afraid something would bite her.
His heart sped right back up again.
Nail-biter (also nail biter)
Noun
A situation causing great anxiety or tension.
A/N: *snickers* Really, I can imagine this sort of thing happening. Oddly normal, for a group of... Eh... 12 year olds, Skeletons, wall-walkers, and ugly men, amiright?